How To Draw The Red Hood Novels & Stories

She wished someone could hear her voice from outside. Laughter sounded low behind Rain. The red hooded youth's body stood up straight without difficulty. Then he moved his hand until the number of wires stretched out without him touching it. He controlled the cables, and then he threw them at Rain. Rain dodged, and the cable reel hit the barn door with a thud. She survived this time. The red hooded youth's body suddenly enlarged and made his clothes torn. Muscles and bones seemed to grow all over his body. A hump similar to that of blackish brown bones appeared on his back.

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She gestured to them. The man on the far right attacked first by making the first shot and throwing a knife in her direction as a distraction. The Redheaded Huntress dodged the bullet while her hand caught the knife by the blade's tip. A second man raised his right foot, wanting to kick her at the side of her head. His kick was equal to a love tap.

Lucinda stretched her claws and pointed its tip to her chest. She pushed firmly and the blade stabbed her skin. The dark blood poured in the wound and mixed with Sara's body leaving a black mark. 'Again!' She took out the saber and dipped it in the cask and then she stabbed her chest again. As she repeated the process, a figure began to appear on her body. Lucinda took two hours to complete the drawing and when it was over it covered her entire right chest area and a half of her shoulder, as for the pain she felt during the process, it didn't even make her tremble.

I dropped more blood on their faces, and they were now too weak to even growl because of the excruciating pain. Wolfsbane lit your blood on fire. I tightened my cloak and pulled my red hood over my head, keeping my head low as I dashed toward granny's cabin. Time to leave the pack. I wore a red hood cloak ever since Granny told me the story of Little Red Riding Hood. Werewolves attacked me all the time, and I wanted to be a cool wolf-hunter version of her, handling all the bad wolves that attempted at my life neatly. They didn't scare me anymore, what scared me now was--

I need to get dressed because someone might see me here if I don’t. “Mr. Assistant, please give me… hmmm… just wait. I will think of a nice dress that will suit me. A white long-sleeve, a red robe with a hood, a pair of brown leather boots, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black leather gauntlets. Please produce them through activating my skill Limited Horizon,” I ordered. Then, I closed my eyes to imagine the materials I needed to. “Copy that. Requested items are possible to produce. The creation will proceed. This may take 10 seconds,” the voice replied to me. I smiled.

"What are you doing to her?" Red suddenly turned to the people behind her. "Get me the marker!" She instructed. "Be fast about it!" Two people bowed instantly and hurried into one of the buildings that they had installed in the trees. Then they emerged with a small object in each hand and passed it to Red the moment they reached her. She began to whisper words in a foreign language which I could not comprehend, before starting to draw lines on my skin. I shivered at the coldness of the substance, it was truly a marker but I wondered if it was ordinary or there was more to it.

Damn. Another deep breath later I shook my head then moved his sketch aside and started drawing my latest victim instead. Willing my mind to think about my latest kill, I started sketching, fast. The lines, the shape of his slouched body, and the fear show his level of stress without showing off his face. The blood dripping from his stomach made them perfectly in line with the moment his life was slipping away. My wrist moves hurriedly, line after line, shading, shaping Rudy the tattletale. The coloring comes next, then I decided to stop when my back felt too tired to continue.

They passed through the main door, entering into the big pavilions. Everywhere they pass, they were greeted with a slight bow from the patrols, maids, and servants with eyes filled with awe and dread. The seven hooded men walked straight into the innermost secret chamber and were met with a strange red door with a hideous red scorpion engraved on it. Suddenly, the seven men moved their hands out of their respective hoods and took out a weird red knife. They suddenly cut a small part of their fingers, allowing the blood to flow straight into a hideous pitch-black hole at the side of the door. The hole was like a scorpion shape but it was pitch-black with creepy sensations.